D&D NEXT Playtest!

So, the rules forbidding online play are no longer in existence, so I think we should do this! Pick your pre gen, write up 2 paragraphs on personality and appearance, and post it here! I might even run 2 games if I get enough interest!

Game Description:

The Oracle has approached you in town and charged you with the task of returning the eye of Gruumsh before the tribes in the caves of chaos do! But you must hurry, you only have 21 more days until the full moon...

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Morana is a member of the Defenders of the New Forge, a dwarven knightly order recently crafted with the Smithy-Temples of the Great Artisan. She holds the ideals of the group close to her heart, namely that the time of dwarven resurgence is now and they must reforge the long lost bridges to the other races and reclaim the lost holds of the ancients. However, as a young dwarf she still grapples with the temptations of Tiamat that flow in every dwarfs veins, (greed, vengence and envy.)
She keeps her dark hair in heavy elaborate plat which is kept hidden a headscarf and the folds of her chainmail. Her newly forged shield is emblazoned with a black anvil on a crimson base. In comparison to the freshness of her armour, her hammer is an ancient weapon, passed down from mother to daughter for generations.

Gulduron is a tall and pencil thin individual. Years sitting at a desk memorizing arcane writ doesn't lead one to peak physical health. His Long Blonde hair is kept pulled back neatly into a loose ponytail. The skin of his face seems to be pulled back tight over his skull as his cheekbones are readily visible and his electric blue eyes seem to be sunken into his head. Most people wouldn't give him a second glance, and in fact most don't. As an elf he is unremarkable. The one thing that does set him apart is his chosen robes. Most Arcane disciples tend to wear a red or blue colored rob, while Gulduron chooses to wear black. While not strictly forbidden, most elves just think of it as uncouth.

Personality

Gulduron is a very serious individual. He doesn't have time to play, or pal around. He has studying to get done. But, there more studyin he does get done the more he realizes that the answers he wants, and the power that he seeks cannot be found in a dusty old book sitting in a library. He decided from a young age that he would have to venture out into the world and search for the power that he craves. Other people would describe him as dry and humorless. On the contrary, no one person has really gotten to know him. He thinks he could be rather personable given the chance. That would be another thing he would be search for, whether he wants to admit it to himself or now, companionship/friendship.

Sarabia comes from a proud elven family, and they are saddened by the rise of the other races. Sure, there's a place for them, but it is clearly below the elves (according to them). This has been the family's core value for hundreds of years... so imagine their dismay when Sarabia decided to (a) not only leave the confines of the Viera Acadamy, the High Elven Wizardry School, but to do so to (b) join an adventuring party that was (c) comprised of people other than High Elves. Well, poor Grandma Sravina almost died. But that was exactly Sarabia's point - that attitude was old-fashioned and irrelevent, and she'd show her family that all other races had some validity. Maybe even dwarves.

Sarabia has thrown off all the conventions of High Elven tradition in her quest to prove equality. Gone are the flowing robes and cloaks - she now dresses in a ultiltarian brown shirt and pants. Her knobby quarterstaff doubles as her magical focus, a far cry from the slender wands of her parents. Her blonde hair is a little longer and cover her ears. She tends to be a little kinder to the minor mistakes and foibles of non-High Elves, again in reaction to the complete intolerance in which she was raised.

Heidenstrom never wanted to be a fighter. He had always thought of himself as a peaceful dwarf - heck, he had even wanted to be a gardner. But his family curse came through - he couldn't grow a beard. No way, no how. And that's something that he took a lot of ribbing for, and eventually, as he and his friends got older, fun turned to fighting. Who knew that Heidenstrom would be so good at hitting people with things? No dummy, he realized his life's true calling and set about getting paid to whack things.

Heidenstrom is an average height dwarf, and average portliness... everything is average except for the lack of a beard. He keeps his chainmail well-polished, and his axe, too. Under the mail, it's a standard black outfit. From under his helm, tufts or wild dark brown hair stick out.

Born into Clan Silverhelm, it was always expected that Jeskas Silverhelm would eventually take over as lead miner from his father. As such, he was afforded all the best training and appeared to pick up the skills required to be a respected leader and silver miner. One day he was picked to lead an expedition into a recently opened shaft within the Chortans Ridge to scout for a rumored new silver ore deposit. Unbeknownst to his party, a path also was opened from the surface and another party was also looking for the same deposit. Only this party's orders were to secure the deposit at any cost necessary per Milo Longfatham of Batterhill.

As Jeskas's party reached the area they were overjoyed to find that the rumors were true - a huge silver ore deposit, the like that has not been seen in the Chortans Ridge in many many moons. As they set about making preparations to secure the area in order to begin the set up the extraction and refining process, they were set upon by the Longfatham party. After a viscous and bloody battle, Jeskas's party emerged triumphant when the last Longfatham hired hand was slain. But the victory came at a terrible price - Jeskas's younger brother Gibly was mortally wounded. As he held Gibly in his arms, Jeskas whispered, "Fear not brother - the foul spawn who is responsible shall feel my axe and your death will be avenged. And when you stand before Moradin, tell him if I fail to avenge you, I will expect no mercy from him."

Picking his brother up, he headed back to his home so he could give Gibly a burial befitting a dwarf from Clan Silverhelm. And as he made the painful journey home it became clear to him that he would not be able to fullfill his vow as a miner. No, he needed soemthing else and becoming a solider would be one way to hone the necessary skills. After the burial, he wasted no time in joining up even as his father tried to persuade him not to. But, Jeskas was as stubborn as a mule and even more bullheaded and headstrong and to that end nothing his father said made an impact.

With his desire to fulfill his vow, Jeskas excelled at all tasks given him and was even recruited into the coveted "Silverhelm Berserkers" regiment. A regiment that would go full bore into a battle with no concerns about the damage done to themselves. The only concern they had was how many foes they slayed and how long it took them to accomplish it. Now, 20 years have past since that fateful day and finally, with his service commitment fulfilled, Jeskas can finally start tracking down the one responsible for Gibly's death. Packing up his meager belongings, saying his final goodbyes to his family, he turns to leave. As he opens the door to begin his journey, his father hails him and and bestows upon him a parting gift - the family greataxe "Tor Telormar", the soul forger. With pride filling his heart, Jeskas proudly and graciously accepts this gift and with only a nod of his head and a tear in his eye, departs.

And so a new chapter in the young life of Jeskas Silverhelm is set to begin.....